A shooting star zips across the sky. Wakko closes his eyes, pulls his cap down tight, and whispers:
"And that means? Unpredictable, slightly unhygienic, but full of heart?"
The Warners descend into the studio’s forgotten prop basement, where a grumpy, tax-auditing genie (voiced by the ghost of a 1930s studio head) guards the "Well of Last Resorts."
"We are a family, little brother."